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  “Omg Chad, no you didn’t,” Cinnamon said looking at the crying baby.

  “I killed her.” I confessed.

  “What about this damn baby Chad?” she yelled, startling Skylar more and causing her to yell to the top of her lungs.

  “I’m going to get her tested. If she’s mine then I guess I have another daughter.”

  “And if she’s not?”

  “I didn’t think that far yet. I just really wanted to kill that bitch for taking my grandmother away from me.”

  “I can’t deal with this shit right now,” Cinnamon said grabbing her keys, purse and rushing out of the door.

  I wanted to run after her, but I had three kids here that I couldn’t leave behind. Picking Skylar up, I sat her on the ground and to my surprise, she got up and started to walk. I went in Julie’s room to see if I could find her something to wear. Settling on a pink onesie, I gave Skylar a bath and dressed her in it. Skylar was ten months, which meant she was still drinking formula. We didn’t have any since Julie was one, so I decided to make her a bowl of oatmeal and pour her a cup of milk. I sat on the couch with her lying across my lap, and that’s when I felt it. The instant bond in my heart that I felt, led me to believe that this was my child. I was so engrossed in calling Cinnamon that I didn’t notice she was asleep. I allowed her to sleep in Julie’s playpen, while I went outside to smoke a blunt.

  After I was nice and high, I tried to call Cinnamon a few more times and still didn’t get an answer. Checking on the kids, I took a quick shower and prepared myself for bed. I was about to fall asleep when I felt the front door open and close. I heard Cinnamon walk in the kid’s room, so I turned on my phone and went to the video camera app I had installed to see what she was doing. I watched her kiss CJ, Julie and then stare at Skylar. She then pulled the blanket over Skylar and made sure she was nice and comfortable before walking out the room.

  “I’m sorry,” I said when she walked in the room.

  She didn’t respond, she just got in bed and turned her back to me. I wasn’t big on prayer but I promised God I would never fuck up like this again, if he saved my marriage. I already concluded that Cinnamon was the only women for me and I was prepared to spend the rest of my life with her; no more lies, or cheating.

  Chapter 12

  Lala

  “Arrrrrrrrrg.” My chest heaved up and down as I poured my guts in the toilet.

  “Enfermera Jones ¿estás bien?” (Nurse Jones, are you ok?) one of my nurses asked.

  “Estoy bien, le agradezco Lizana.” (I’m fine, thank you Liza.)

  I rinsed my mouth out and fixed myself in the bathroom mirror. No I wasn’t ok, I was pregnant. I knew it, I could feel it. No matter how hard I prevented this I couldn’t win. I knew if I had this baby I wouldn’t be able to work at the rescue center anymore.

  Stacks wanted me to be a stay-at-home mom. Even though we had Anna helping us with the kids, he still wanted me home in bed, fat, pregnant, and eating ice cream. What was it with these niggas wanting a baby so bad? If only they knew the toll pregnancy took on our bodies, they would reconsider trying to knock us up any second they could.

  I couldn’t have this baby. I didn’t want to have another baby. I loved my kids with all my life, but it was time for me to focus on the kids that I did have, and the career I worked so hard for. After fighting with Stacks, he finally allowed me to open a rescue relief center. I put so much work into my center that the government of Colombia funded me to open three more. So here I was, a mother of three, running four rescue centers. I was finally doing what I wanted to do and I was happy.

  “I’m sorry,” I apologized to the fertilized egg that was attached to my uterine walls.

  It wasn’t a baby yet because the blood test determined I was two weeks pregnant. If I hurried and did the procedure, I wouldn’t feel so bad. I had plans to fly out to Miami for Lisa’s dress fitting; as her maid of honor, it was my duty to be there. While down in Miami I was going to do the unthinkable…I was going to get rid of this baby.

  It just wasn’t the right time for me to get pregnant right now. I wanted to build an empire of my own so that I could have a legacy to leave behind for my kids. I wanted my kids to see mommy hustling just like daddy. I didn’t want to be one of those stay-at-home moms that sat home and looked pretty all day. I had a purpose in life and it wasn’t to lay on my back and have babies all day. I was destined to be a nurse practitioner and run my clinics. I didn’t spend my teen years stripping because I liked dancing for weird grown man, I did it because I wanted to go to school and become something.

  When I pulled up in front of our beautiful three-story villa that sat on the beach, I sat in the car and gathered my thoughts. I had to get it together before I walked in the house. Stacks and I were so in tuned with each other that he had the ability to sense when something was wrong with me. Not to mention, he had the ability to to sniff my pregnancy before I could pee on a stick.

  Walking to the door, a wave of nausea hit me and I had to stop and hold my breath before I threw up.

  “Mommy, mommy,” Amire ran to my before I could get through the door.

  “Hey baby,” I picked him up and kissed him all over.

  Stacks was sitting on the couch with the girls on him. Daddy’s girls, I thought looking over at them. Stacks caught me looking at them, so he winked at me and went back to spending time with his ladies.

  Taking Amire in the kitchen with me, I noticed that Anna cooked dinner. My mouth watered as I peeled back the foil on the oven-baked turkey, roasted potatoes, green beans and bacon salad. Anna must have known I was pregnant because lately she’d been cooking nothing but my favorites.

  “How was work?” Stacks asked, walking in on me stuffing a piece of green bean in my mouth.

  “It was good. How did your meeting go?” Stacks was supposed to meet with a few designers for his new store, Little Bosses, which was a children clothing store.

  “Everything went well. The kids did a photo shoot for the store. We make some pretty babies,” he said wrapping his hands around my belly.

  I immediately began to feel uncomfortable. I prayed that he didn’t think that I was pregnant. If he knew I was, then there was no way he was going to go for the abortion.

  “When you gon’ give me another baby?” he chucked before biting down on my earlobe.

  “Uh no-not yet,” I stuttered feeling my body beginning to sweat.

  “Mmm, eat so you can get some rest for your flight tomorrow morning.” He rubbed my belly again and took Amire from me.

  I instantly lost my appetite, but forced myself to eat something so that Stacks wouldn’t be on my ass questioning me. After dinner, I showered and sat in my office doing paper work. I sat in front of my computer with my unborn child heavy on my mind.

  * * *

  “OMG!” I yelled out when Lisa walked out in a blinged out strapless princess gown.

  “This is it,” she smiled, twirling in the mirror.

  “You look beautiful,” Honey gushed.

  “I’ll take it,” Lisa said jumping up and down in the thirty five thousand dollar dress.

  “Cinnamon, are you ok?” I asked noticing that she was a little quiet.

  “Yeah, I’m fine,” she said clearing her throat.

  “Walk with me,” I said getting up.

  For some reason I saw a lot of myself in Cinnamon, which made it easy for us to get along.

  “I know that look. What did Chad do?” I asked once we got to a secluded area in the bridal shop.

  “There is a possibility that a child could be his.” She broke down and cried.

  “Outside children,” I sighed hugging her.

  “Are you prepared to handle it if it is?”

  “I love Chad and I know all of this happened while we weren’t together, but it’s just too much,” she cried.

  “I understand. Stacks took me through hell and back,” I chuckled, thinking of all the bul
lshit I went through with my husband.

  “What do I do?” she asked, looking to me for answers.

  “I can’t tell you what to do in your marriage, because that is your call. I will say this, if you can’t see yourself living without your husband, work it out. If you decided to stay with him you have to learn to accept that baby if it is his, and make sure you put him and the baby mama in check.”

  “I don’t think she’s going to be an issue.”

  Catching the hint, I nodded my head.

  “Make sure you let that nigga know that this is the last time you will accept a bitch popping up with a baby claiming to be his. Shoot his ass in the shoulder if you have to,” I smiled.

  “Thank you Lala,” she chuckled.

  “Anytime boo. Now dry them tears, put your game face on and handle your business at home.”

  “I will.”

  “Good girl. Now let’s go try these dresses on.”

  The remainder of the day was spent trying on dresses and bullshitting. I was really starting to like Cinnamon and Honey. We all got along well with no bad vibes. All of our men were doing the damn thing in the streets, and we were doing the damn thing in our lives. What I like about this group of women is that they ain’t sit around and spend their men’s money. They went out and got it off the muscle. Shit, if your man was bringing home the bacon, at least bring home the frying pan.

  * * *

  “Is this what you want to do?” Lisa asked me as we sat in front of the abortion clinic.

  “Lisa, don’t do that,” I sighed.

  “I’m just asking Lala.”

  “I’m good,” I said getting out of the car and walking to the front desk.

  “Hello, I’m Lala Jones and I have an appointment at 10:45am,” I said to the front desk clerk.

  “Fill these out,” she said handing me a clipboard of paperwork.

  I walked to the sitting area that was filled with women there getting rid of babies that they didn’t feel would fit into their lives at the moment. I could see a few men with scowls on their faces, sitting next to women with tears in their eyes. Niggas taking their side bitches to get rid of the outcome of their infidelity. After filling out all twelve pages that was in the packet, I took it to the lady and made my four-hundred dollar payment. I paid it in cash, because I didn’t want to risk it appearing on my credit card statement.

  “Lala Jones,” a lady finally called my name after waiting for nearly twenty minutes.

  She sat me in a small cubicle office and asked me a million questions as to why I wanted to get rid of my blessing. The more I answered the questions, the more guilt became to consume me. They gave me a pregnancy test to confirm I was pregnant, then sat me down in a cold medical examiner’s room to wait for the doctor.

  As I sat there and looked around in the room, my mind wandered off to my children. They were a big part of me and I couldn’t imagine my life without them. I started to reconsider my decision. Stacks was just going to have to deal with me being a working mother once I was cleared to get back to work after giving birth. Grabbing my sweats. I pulled them over my ass, and was about to walk out of the room until someone twist the doorknob and came in.

  I almost shitted on myself when I was face to face with my husband. Stacks closed the door and locked it. I could see the fury all over his face. He was so angry that I started to get scared. His jaw clenched and the vein in his forehead appeared.

  “I wasn’t going to do it,” I said.

  “Why the fuck are you here then?” he asked closing in on me.

  “I thought about it.”

  “What made you think it was ok for you to kill my baby Lala?”

  “I didn’t want this baby to be a reason I couldn’t live out my dream.”

  “So just fuck talking to me about it, you go behind my back AGAIN and try to kill my kid?” he said referring to the time I had an abortion. The only reason I actually went through with it was because I wasn’t sure if the baby I was carrying was his or Joey, a guy I was seeing while I was under the impression Stacks was dead.

  “That’s not fair.”

  “No, what’s not fair is you going behind my back to make stupid decision. Imma just stop fucking you!”

  “What?” I asked unsure that I heard him correctly.

  “You heard me. I’mma stop sticking my dick in your pussy since you want to run to an abortion clinic every time I get you pregnant.”

  I couldn’t respond. I just looked up at my husband with tears in my eyes. His eyes began to get misty as well and I began kicking myself for doing this behind his back. At the time of my decision, I wasn’t thinking about my husband and how he would feel about it. I was selfishly thinking about me and the situation having another baby would put me in.

  “I want a wife that can keep it one hundred with me and if you can’t do that, stay your ass in Miami and I will send your shit down to you,” he said storming out of the room.

  As soon as he left, Lisa walked in the room and started apologizing.

  “I’m sorry. I tried to call you and warn you when he pulled up, but I remember I had your phone. I have no idea how he found out.”

  “I should have known better. Stacks’ ass finds out everything.” I tried to laugh it off but deep down I was hurting.

  After apologizing to the nurses for wasting their time, I told them that I no longer wanted to proceed with getting the procedure done. They tried to refund me my money back, but I told them to keep it and fund someone else’s abortion. I never judged a girl who decided to go through with the procedure; you never know what someone’s situation may be, so it wasn’t any one’s place to be judgmental.

  Instead of going home right away, I decided to crash with Lisa and give Stacks some space to blow some steam off. I ended up staying a week in Miami, spending time with my best friend and our new friends. I was starting to feel like a loner, because I had no one to chill with and talk to back home in Colombia. I wasn’t in the business of making friends with these bitches, so I threw all of my time into my family and work. I kept trying to convince Stacks to move back to Miami, but he was loving it in Colombia.

  “I’m going to miss you,” Lisa said hugging me as I boarded the plane back to Colombia.

  “I’ll be back to visit, or you can always visit me,” I suggested.

  “I’ll round up the girls and we’ll come up.”

  “Ok,” I pouted. “I love you.”

  “Love you too bestie, call me when you make it home,” she said before I boarded the plane.

  I was nervous my whole plane ride home. I haven’t spoken to Stacks since the day he busted me at the abortion clinic. When I called for the kids, he would forward me over to Anna. All of my text messages went unanswered. It was ok though, because I was prepared to fuck and suck on my husband until he forgave me.

  When I made it home, the house was quiet. It was almost midnight so I expected everyone to be sleep. Walking in the kids’ room I made sure they were all dry before retiring to my bedroom. Stacks was laid out in the bed, in nothing but his boxers, smoking a blunt. The head of his dick was looking at me through the slit of his boxers, causing my pussy to cry out in anticipation. I quickly took a shower and got fresh before getting in bed.

  “Still not speaking to me?” I asked, cuddling my naked body next to his.

  He didn’t respond, he just used his strong hands to explore my body. I knew he couldn’t resist me. I knew my husband like I knew the back of my hand. He had a weak spot for me and no matter how mad he claimed to be, he wouldn’t leave me. Yeah, call me cocky, but I had the kid’s head gone.

  “I thought you wasn’t fucking me no more?” I smirked getting on top of him.

  “How my baby doing?” He ignored me and rubbed his hand across my belly. “I mean, my baby is still in there, right?”

  “Shut up Stacks!” I said smacking him.

  “I had to check, you know how you are,” he smirked sl
iding me down on his dick.

  “Mmmm,” we both let out a sigh.

  “Lala, next time you pull this shit I’m fucking you up,” he groaned as I slowly rode his dick.

  “I’m sorry,” I said sucking on his earlobe.

  “Ahhhhh,” he moaned as I twerk my pussy on his dick and used my tongue to tease his spot.

  “You forgive me?” I purred, picking up the pace.

  “Fuuuuuuccck,” he yelled out pumping in and out on me.

  “You forgive me?” I asked again, choking his dick with my pussy causing him to suck in a deep breath.

  “Oh shit Lala, stop that shit before I nut.”

  “Answer me,” I replied doing it again.

  He pushed me on my back and held my legs wide open as he fucked me.

  “Tssssssssssssss,” I called out trying to squirm out of his grip.

  He held onto my legs tighter and he continued to fuck me.

  “I’m cummmmmmmmmmmming,” I called out before drenching the sheets with my juices.

  “I forgive you,” he said before releasing his seeds in me.

  Just like that, all was forgiven in the Jones’ home. We came too far to let anything break our bond. The love we had for one another was the type of love that only death could get in the way of.

  “Why can’t we move back to Miami?” I said, playing with the tattoo that was on his chest.

  We had just gone four rounds and we were now in recovery mode.

  “I like it here,” Stacks replied, blowing smoke out from the blunt he was puffing on.

  “Colombia is fun and all, but I miss being with Lisa.”

  “We have a private plane you can fly and see her whenever your heart desires.”

  “That’s not what I mean.”

  “Lala, Miami is not safe for us right now.”

  “Don’t lie to me Stacks. I know you handled it all, so try again.”

  Stacks was under arrest in Miami before he escaped and moved us to Colombia. He didn’t know that I knew he had everyone that was responsible for his arrest taken care for. Every evidence that was collected, disappeared. If we wanted to live in Miami, we could with no one fucking with us.